Her Dirty Bartenders (Men at Work #5) - Mika Lane Page 0,40

if to assess how serious I was.

I nodded at her, and she winked back.

That’s what I’m talking about.

Continuing to grind, she grabbed hold of the bottom of her T-shirt and played with the hem, inching it up to show her flat stomach and then pulling it back down in pretend modesty. Turning her back to us in a tease, she continued pulling the shirt up and down until she finally pulled it over her head and chucked it to the floor below. She peeked at us from over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest.

Damn, she was good at this.

Then, she turned to face us, still gyrating to the music, hands over her bra-covered breasts. She kneaded them, her head dropping back in ecstasy.

“Fuck, man,” Robbie said, his eyes wide. “I didn’t know she had that in her.”

I guess when you get knocked flat on your ass by some brawling guys you could either shrink like a victim, or tell the rest of the world to kiss your ass. Like she was right now.

The song played on while Stell opened her jeans and slowly—very slowly—pushed them down her hips. I was dying to see her beautiful ass, and when she finally turned around in her lacy thong and showed us the goods, I nearly creamed my jeans.

Holy shit.

With her back to us, she bent all the way forward as she pulled her socks and jeans over her feet, giving us a perfect view of her lace-covered pussy.

Fuck, I was tempted to excuse myself for the men’s room, but I didn’t want to miss a moment of her performance. I readjusted myself in my constraining blue jeans and looked at Cab and Robbie, who were basically doing the same thing.

Stell, now clothed only in her thong and matching bra, tossed her jeans from the railing.

God, I was dying to run my hands over that beautiful, smooth skin.

When the music wound down, she danced her way back to us at the bar. It was like she couldn’t stop.

Which worked just fine for me.

“Guys. Think our girl would like to visit the Playroom for a bit?” I suggested.

Cab slammed his hand on the bar. “I fucking hope so.”

He got off his barstool and approached her, speaking in her ear. She smiled back up him and took his hand. I grabbed another bottle of champagne, Robbie got the glasses, and we headed up.

When we got there, Cab was already kissing Stell, so Robbie and I grabbed seats. I was dying to get my hands on her, as I’m sure Robbie was, but watching also got me hot as hell. It was part of sharing. If you didn’t like watching, sharing was not for you.

But we three were on the same page. And had been for a while. I remembered for a moment watching Cab and Robbie tag-team our French girl, Esme. The memory had given me countless hours of jerking off pleasure. I imagined it always would. At least until we formed new memories. Like we were just then.

“Fuck this,” Robbie said, getting up and joining Cab and Stell.

He embraced her from behind, and she ground her bottom into his crotch like a little tease. He unhooked her bra and moved for her tits, which he began to pull and twist until she moaned into Cab’s mouth, which she was still kissing.

Robbie slipped her thong down to her ankles and helped her step out of it. Positioning himself right behind her, her pulled open her ass cheeks and buried his face as deeply as he could, licking her from top to bottom.

That’s my Robbie. Ass man all the way.

In response, Stell arched and pushed her bottom further into his face.

I readjusted myself in my pants for about the tenth time, wondering if I should join in or just let Stell enjoy the two guys, especially since it was her first time with the three of us.

I wondered if she knew I’d figured out who she was the night of the costume party. That had been fucking hilarious, and she’d been so hot with her tinsel-y wig and clingy silver jumpsuit, which, by the way, she’d not worn a bra under.

I’d known right away we’d want to invite her to our kinky little world. And I’d had a pretty good feeling she might accept.

Cab said he’d mentioned our proposal to her earlier. Things were looking like she might just be into it.

The guys laid Stell back on a sofa, with Robbie’s face buried